As with all of my projects, Pay Attention was just an idea, a topic of discussion that swiftly and steadily gained traction by us continuing to talk about it. Before I knew it, we had t-shirts and I was cutting stencils in my living room and pulling screen prints on the floor. It seemed like a good idea and like just enough of a good time to be worthwhile.Read More
I recently completed my journey to the land of crit racing and found the bottom of my barrel (I'll get to this part in a bit). I flew into Saint Louis two Fridays ago and joined the lovely ladies of the FCS-Zngine p/b Mr. Restore squad in a cozy brownstone home with contemporary updates. Our hosts were beyond fantastic. They came to our races, they made us dinner and snacks, they took us out on the town and to the farmers market, they let us snuggle with their cute and tiny canines, they were always up for good conversation and goRead More
I’ve been home for a couple weeks now since traveling to the inaugural Tour of Utah Women’s Edition (TOUWE) with the fine Colavita Crusher squad. A huge thank you to the one and only Olivia Dillon for bringing me along to complete the lineup with Lindsay Bayer and Whitney Schultz. It was the first time in the 10 year history of the race that professional women were invited to participate. We raced a 30 mile circuit race on a mostly flat car racing track finishing about an hour ahead of the dudes.
But, first things first.Read More
I’ve been doing a lot of heavy thinking lately. Not heavy like a burlap bag filled with old broken bricks, but heavy like it sinks me deep into the things I’ve avoided thinking about and pushed aside for just long enough. Now it’s their time to be considered. Considered wholeheartedly. I visualize this process as a swinging saloon door, like one you’d find on the set of a sleepy old western movie. Oftentimes, the doors sit still and dust collects on their horizontal surfaces, drying out the wood grain just a little more with each passing moment. But then the doors open wide and out comes a huge gust of wind. The wind props them open for an indefinite amount of time and takes all the dust with it. The wind is made of thoughts and ideas, so many of each. I tried to catch them and contain them and shape them and form them and understand them. It works if only a little bit and if I am persistent enough.Read More
I find it difficult pinpoint an underlying theme or message from my time racing and hanging out in Minnesota last week. Rather than avoid any attempt of summarizing the adventure, I will stumble my way through this and hope for the best.Read More
There’s a lot going on in an unsuspecting building that houses the workshop of Ruckus Composites found in Inner SE Portland where Stark Street turns to Water Avenue. The dudes of Ruckus are serious masters of their craft. Their material is carbon and the majority of their creations are repaired carbon bicycles, but they do not limit themselves to the two wheeled machines we all know andRead More
A while back, I was lucky enough to spend a few days with one of the best cycling teams in the world. We rode bikes and ate food. I thoroughly enjoyed the slightly awkward social situation, something like this – I am hanging out at your team camp with all of you and all your new and old teammates and I am just happy to be here thanks for having me. And it turns out I had quite a very nice time indeed. These women, who are many of the best cyclists of our time, are so down to earth, real, and enjoyable.Read More
I awoke last Saturday morning and it felt like my nose was completely dried out all the way from the nostril up through my sinuses. It wasn't a painful feeling, more like a discomfort caused by an unfamiliar sensation. I quickly came through the fog of my dessert-populated dreams and remembered that I was inRead More
The much anticipated release of the PBLRB socks is upon us! They are alive on the internet and you can purchase by clicking here. In case you missed the initial post about this project, you can read all about where this idea came from here. Check out an overview of the project and a summary of the sponsors on the Let’s Race Bikes website, and here’s the quick and dirtyRead More
I was awaiting a shiny new kit delivery to go with Ingrid the brilliant blue race machine. I had plans to announce my new team and racing plans for 2014 right here on this very blog, eagerly visited by my 1-3 followers, with a picture of me in all my new gear.
I traveled down to SoCal a few weeks back to take part in my first San Dimas, Redlands, and Sea Otter experiences. My kits and new teammates took me in like a cute fluffy puppy out of a cardboard ‘free’ box. The racing did not disappoint.Read More
Last year I got to be a part of a really cool thing. My Ironclad teammates helped me win a bike race that qualified me for a special Pro Chase team at the Nature Valley Grand Prix (NVGP) in the Twin Cities of Minnesota. Staying in-step with the Oregonians before me, I managed to secure the top amatuer placing at this high-profile professional event and brought home the ‘green’ Cat 2 jersey.
My personal end result was a combination of hard work, suffering, having crazy fun times on the bike, and, most of all, it was made possible by teammates and a support crew extraordinaire. The Pro Chase event showcased top talent from across the country at the NVGP and it was a target for many up-and-coming racers each season. For us riders, it was a ticket to try your legs and grit against some of the top cyclists in the world. It was complete with a training camp, director, mechanic, financial support for travel and race entry, all the fixin’s. It became a season goal of many and I was looking forward to cheering on the next Pacific Northwest woman who might earn the chance to try their hand at it this season.Read More
I can't take credit for this quote since it belongs to Trevor Spahr (if you don't know this man, you probably should). Either way, it's a pretty good attitude to adopt if there is any hope for enjoying the amazingness that is Portland in the winter, or even the summer. Those tiny little soft raindrops that give your cheeks kisses? That's the kind of wet that isn't rain, it's just existing in a cloud.Read More
The first vehicle I remember driving was an old John Deer tractor that looked something like what is pictured, only it had older, rougher paint. The next was a Dodge Ram pickup truck from circa 1970? My first driving surface was the hay field on both accounts. After I got my farmers permit (aka drivers license for those in rural America), I drove any number of old, large vehicles my family had including my Dad's Ford F250 manual extended cab. That sure was a lot of truck for a young gal, but I handled it with the confidence of a salmon in a stream.Read More